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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.