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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.