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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.