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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Television,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.