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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.