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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.