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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.