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 Cape Verde 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.