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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.