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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.