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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Todd Rundgren 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Skriet,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.