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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Index,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.