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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.