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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.