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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.