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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.