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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.