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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.