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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.