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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.