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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.