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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 White and The Blacks to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Index,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.