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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.