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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.