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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.