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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.