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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.