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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.