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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.