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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Qualms,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.