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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
The Cramps,
UT,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.