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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.