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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.