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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Magma,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.