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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.