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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.