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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.