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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
UT,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.