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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.