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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.