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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.