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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.