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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Joyce Sims 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Quantec,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.