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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.