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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.