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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.