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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.