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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.