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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.