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 Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.