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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.