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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.