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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.