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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.