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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.