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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.