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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.