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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.