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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.