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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.