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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman 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 grime 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Q65,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.