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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.