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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.