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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Franke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.