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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Visage,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Can,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.