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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Q65,
John Holt,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.