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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.