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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Nas,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.