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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.