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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.