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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
The Index,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.