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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
AZ,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.