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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.