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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
X-101,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.