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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.