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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.