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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.