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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.