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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.