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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.