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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.