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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.