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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Gong,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.