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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.