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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.