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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.