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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.