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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.