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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.