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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Can,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.