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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.