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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.