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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.