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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.