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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.