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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.