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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Hoover,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.