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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.