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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.