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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.