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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.