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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.