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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.