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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Victims,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.