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 States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.