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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.