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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.