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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Can,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Residents,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.