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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.