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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.