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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.