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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Gong,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.