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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.