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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.