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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.