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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.