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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bill Near 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.