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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Fear,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.