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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 CMW 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.