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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.