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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.