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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.