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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.