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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.