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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Organ,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.