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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.