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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.