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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.