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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.