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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.