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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.