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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barracudas 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Names,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.