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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.