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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.