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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.