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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.