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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.