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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scion to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 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?
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.