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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Can,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.