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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.