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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.