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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.