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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Q65,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.