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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.