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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
The Sonics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.