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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
the Association,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.