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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.