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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.