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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.