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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.