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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.