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 Cambodia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.