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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.