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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.