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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.