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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Visage,
Inner City,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.