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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.