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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Television,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.