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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.