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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.