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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.