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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.