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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.