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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.