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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.