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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.