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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.