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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.