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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.