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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.