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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.