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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.