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 Serbia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.