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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.