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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.