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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.