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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.