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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.