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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.