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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.