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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.