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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.