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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.