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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
MDC,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.