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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.