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 Canada 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.