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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Crime,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.