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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.