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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.