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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.