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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Scion,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.