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 China and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.