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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.