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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.