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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
X-102,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.