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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.