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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
June Days,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.