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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.