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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
PIL,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.