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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.