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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.