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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.