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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.