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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.