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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.