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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.