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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.