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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.