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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.