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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
the Normal,
June Days,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.