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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.