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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.