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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
New Order,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.