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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.