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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.