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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.