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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.