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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Wire,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.