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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.