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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.