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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.