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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.