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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Q65,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.