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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.