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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.