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 Belize 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.