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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.