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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.