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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.