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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.