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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Swans,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.