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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.