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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.