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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.