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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Skarface to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.