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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.