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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Human League,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.