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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.