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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.