Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.