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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.