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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.