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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.