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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.