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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.