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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.