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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 New Order 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.