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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.