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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Section 25,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.