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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.