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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.