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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.