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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.