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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.