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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.