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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Monks,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.