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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.