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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.