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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Monks,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.