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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.