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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.