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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.