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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
UT,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.