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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.