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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.