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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.