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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.