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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.