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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.