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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 the Human League to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
MC5,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.