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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.