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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.