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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Index,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.