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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.