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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.