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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.