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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.