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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.