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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.