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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.