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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.