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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.