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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.