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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.