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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.