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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 Zapp to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.