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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.