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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Technova,
Sparks,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.