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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.