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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.