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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.