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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.