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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.