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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Brick,
Slave,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.