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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.