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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.