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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.