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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
New Order,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.