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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.