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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.