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 Germany 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.