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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.