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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.