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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.