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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.