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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.