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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.