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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.