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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.