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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.