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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Japan,
Monolake,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.