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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.