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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.