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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.