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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.