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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.