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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.