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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.