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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.