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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.