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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.