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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Skaos,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.