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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
UT,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.