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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.