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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.