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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.