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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.