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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Scientists 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Ronan,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.