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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masters at Work 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.