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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.