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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Gong,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.