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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.