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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Echospace 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.