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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.