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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Technova,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.