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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Jandek,
10cc,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.