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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.