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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.