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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Monks,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.