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 Mali 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.