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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.