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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.