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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.