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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.