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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Gong,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.