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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.