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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.