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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.