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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.