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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.