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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.