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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.