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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.