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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.