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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.