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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.