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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.