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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.