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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.