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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.