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 China and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Move,
The Names,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.