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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.