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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.