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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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.S.O.L. 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
EPMD,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.