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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.