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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.