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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Index,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.