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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.