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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.