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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.