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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
PIL,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.