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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.