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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.