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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.