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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.