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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.