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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.