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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.