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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.