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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Index,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.