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 Kenya 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.