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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.