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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.