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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.