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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.