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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.