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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
PIL,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.