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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.