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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.