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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.