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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
MC5,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.