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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.