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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.