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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.