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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.