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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.