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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.