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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.