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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.