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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.