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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.