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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.