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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 L. Decosne 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.