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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.