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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Techniques 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.