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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.