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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.