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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.