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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.