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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.