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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.