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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.