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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.