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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Can,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.