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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
UT,
Pole,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.