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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.