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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.