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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.