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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.