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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.