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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Japan,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.