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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.