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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.