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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.