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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Index,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.