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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.