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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.