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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.