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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.