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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Index,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Smog,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
CMW,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.