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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.