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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.