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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.