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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.