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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Sound,
Index,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.