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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 cv313 to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.