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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.