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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.