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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Nico,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.