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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.