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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
MDC,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.