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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Fear,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Organ,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.