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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Salvador.
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 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.