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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.