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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.