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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.