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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.