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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.