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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Franke,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.