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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.