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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.