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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.