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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.