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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.