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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.