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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Visage,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Main Source,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.