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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.