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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.