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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.