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 Chad 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.