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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.