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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.