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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.