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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.