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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.