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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.