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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.