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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.