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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Brick,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.