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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.