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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.