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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Franke,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.