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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 AZ to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.