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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.