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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.