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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.