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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
ABC,
Wings,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.