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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.