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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.