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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
X-101,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.