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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.