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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.