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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.