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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.