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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.