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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.