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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Roxette,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.