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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Magma,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.