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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.