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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.