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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.