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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Technova,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.