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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Crime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Move,
June Days,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.