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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.