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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.