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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.