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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.