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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Move,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.