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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Q65,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.