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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.