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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
CMW,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.