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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.