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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.