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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.