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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.