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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.