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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.