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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.