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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.