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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Pole,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.