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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.