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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The Names,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.